Divina Enema V Thing Lyrics

V Thing Lyrics

(In the first chamber was a Dragon-Man, clearing
away the rubbish from a
cave's mouth; within a
number of Dragons were hollowing the cave. In
the
second chamber was a Viper folding round
the rock and the cave, and others
adoring it
with gold, silver and precious stones. In the
third chamber
was an Eagle with wings and
feathers of air: he caused the inside of
the
cave to be infinite. Around were numbers of
Eagle-like men who built
palaces in the immense
cliffs. In the fourth chamber were Lions
of
flaming fire, raging around and melting the
metals into living
fluids)

As thus that creature had been hidden
Between the stone-cold
walls of kloof
And nane se dare to look for this ae -
I'm looking forward
the next ae

There are a lot of dark dimensions,
The ninefold darkness
hath nae borders
And its abode is sae self-closed as
Everything becometh
this ae.

Those beings stay forever countless.
What kind of them I'd
like to show thee?
And lo, this ae's the most important.
Therefore sae
little dost thou see

As anyone doth... I'd like to ask thee
What kind
of them - I mean that being
Hath four the pillars in the Morning
And two
of them - I mean the pillars -

Se be despised by Day and then -
It
wilt be taken by the Even
Wha giveth to it the other ae.
Wi' four or two
or three it liveth...

What hae I thought to be?
Why wert thou so
dear?
You've just erupted as a... curse -
Your mystic name's
Nehemiah!

I
DO
NOT
Believe in hell
As it has been seen by
people
Things are really very differ
I do not believe in hell
Devil
doth exist and dwell
In your fears, deep into night
As his living was
described
I could not evoke its prose 'cause
I could not believe his
bride.

By no means I do believe the devil is here
D-d-d-d-devil is
here
D-d-d-d-devil is near
Much nearer than thou canst imagine thyself my
dear
M-m-m-my mortal friend
W-w-w-when thou see thine end
Thou wilt
also see what wad have been enshrouded on thy bed...

I am a
sphinx!
Eternal light inside the dead of night
I am a sphinx
Behind
thy stupid mind
Behind thy sight,
'Tis cataract of
My chants in
sonorous archangelical tongue
Sweep thee awa' wi' howl
Thus I am to keep
thee for aye in awe
I am a sphinx... aloof wi' thee
I wad not like to be
the guide of thine anon and for all time!

Since ye could no longer be
alone -
It won't be left undone henceforth.

Why were flowers for
Margaux
Not sent for? Sae she hath gone
Shadow fell upon her eyne
Doth
she sleep or hath she died?

Winds ye scratch her coffin now
Make it
fly, make it fall down:
May she roll onto her way
Sweeping dust and
getting grey

May her lash rise suddenly
May she watch what she should
be
May she gae frae her ash-bin
Having stared at the welkin

She
doth wear much larger size
Of the corpses for disguise
She se fly frae
dress like that
She se fall and blow awa'

May she graze amid the
trees
Wi' inherited greediness
May the rope be wanton's tie
'Tis not
hard for risen ae.

Hast thou e'er looked through the mirror?
Hast
thou ne'er tried to see her?
Hast thou e'er seen as a suit
Her
verisimilitude!

"Ye cannot stay the way ye used to be
Ye cannot
stay the way ye are
This ae hath kept you trembling, hasn't he?
Hath kept
you kneeling to your God."

Wert thou ne'er being seduced
By
suspicions when they came wi' night to thee?
To thee who swarmest up to
be
The crown of all the wights?

"I ran to gorgon like you.
I
wish I hadn't sped to you
Suddenly I came -
I wished I'd never come to
gloomy lair"

My curse is my pride is to devour devil's brew
I am
feeling abhorrence but speaking to you
As your fiend he does lurk at the most
hidden glade
Of your mind - I'll be able to show you your fate

'Tis so
hard to believe - you have not understood
Can you see? -
"No, I can't
but I wish I could...
If it were so easy I would really drain
The soil o'
my tomb..."
And escape far away!

Have you not vivified your
religion and kneeled
To the power of GOD?
"Did you not ask me
If
it made me be scared..."
If it makes you believe
You will never
visit the gorgon like me!

Do you feel like flying - and so shall we
fly!
You tear me asunder and lo - so do I!
You'll get your wight torn by
the celestial wise
Amongst howling skies fall adown anywise!

Why is
being cold in here?
The answers were sent for.
Kloof hath begotten
thousands riddles since chaos...
(For aught I know)
Am I those wha ye
have not as yet seen before?
And ye are pale reflections
So looking glass
am I
Asquint ye stare though my surface
And ask 'self: Wha am I
My
voice is only icy wind
Upon thy lips - 'tis dirge of thine

Voracious
stranger!
Anyhow
Se thou have seen what I hae seen?